A/N: Hello fellow supernatural fans and hunters. Here's part 2 of family ties. I currently have 5 chapters done, So I decided to start posting them. I hope you enjoy.

Carry on wayward supernatural fans.

The sun felt good on her face as she walked back to Bobby's house. It looked like it was a nice homely nice place at one time, but now it was a little messy and extremely dusty as if no one had cleaned the house in years. She actually seriously thought about going around dusting. Because it was driving her a little bonkers. Messiness she could deal with, but dust was a whole other issue.

Bobby was a little rough around the edges. But during this past week he kept checking on her, especially after the hunters funeral that they had for John and Maddy, her mother, even though it was very subtle. Always offering her a beer, which she was guessing was his way of comforting her and the boys. Sam explained to her that they always burn hunter's bodies to event angry and vengeful spirits. Logically, it actually made a whole lot of sense. That was the last thing she wanted for John and Maddy, so she agreed.

Lulana needed to get out of the house so she went to the grocery store that wasn't far to pick up a few things. It was a little awkward with Sam and Dean. But during the past week the awkwardness was fading. Dean didn't talk much, but Sam was more than happy to fill her in. After what she saw at her house she didn't doubt him. No one can make up a story that graphic. And when someone experiences it first hand it was kind of difficult to dismiss it. He also explained to her about yellow eyes and what happened to their mother. Sam seemed actually happy to have someone to talk to. Apparently Dean never liked talking about such things. Something they had in common, which was unsettling.

She walked up to the Broken Impala. Dean was trying like hell to fix it. She offered her help but he brushed her off. She hadn't asked again. It seemed like to her he had no interest of getting to know her at all. Which she wasn't going to lie, stun a little bit. But she understood, But she actually wanted to get to know him.

She put her hand on the roof of the car, feeling the hot metal underneath her fingertips. Sam told her he and Dean practically grew up in the back seat of the impala. In away, it was there home. She had always wanted to travel. Which was why John was going to take her on a road trip. But now that wasn't going to happen because of yellow eyes. And her mother was gone too. Now the only family that she had was two brothers that she didn't know about.

Dean was underneath his car working on it, only his legs sticking out. It was little more than a rusted frame, but it looked considerably less crunched than last time. She had a feeling if anyone could fix the car it was him.

She bend over looking underneath the car, her hair falling over her shoulders. "Hey Dean."

He glanced at her before climbing from underneath the car. "Hey princess."

She rolled her eyes at His chosen nickname for her. But she could tell that it wasn't worth arguing about it. "Hey. It's looking good." She said, gesturing at the impala with her beg of snacks and soda.

He smiled looking behind at the car. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Better than it looked before."

Just then Sam came out of the house, walking up to them, nodding at Lulana before looking at his brother. "How's the car coming along?"

"Slow." Dean replied shortly.

"Yeah? Need any help?" Sam asked.

Dean dropped something heavy on the ground. "What, you under a hood? I'll pass."

"Need anything else, then?" Sam asked, glancing at her.

She frowned at Sam, Wondering what he was playing at. It seemed like he had something to say to both of them, mainly Dean. It better not be what she thought it was. Because she wasn't in the mood to talk about her father or her mother. It had only been a week. The injuries was still fresh. It still hurt.

"Stop it, Sam." Dean snapped.

"Stop what?"

"Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise."

"Alright, Dean, it's just... We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once."

"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance."

Lulana couldn't help but snort. "Well, Dean. Sam has a point. But Sammy. Dean has a point too. Sometimes it's not easy to talk about... things. So maybe you should drop it?" She saw Dean out of the corner of her eye give her a appreciated look with a half smile. She returned it with a small smile of her own.

"Lulana, don't you start too. Your just as bad." Sam huffed.

She scowled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing.. It's just. Don't patronize me, Dean, Lula. Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened."

She wouldn't say that. Dean seemed to be pretty upset as Sam and she was. Just because he wasn't crying his eyes out didn't mean that he didn't give a fuck. Perhaps that was his way of dealing with it, they all had their own way of handling or dealing with things.

And maybe Sam should just let it go and let it lay. And she was about to say just that until Dean opened his mouth. "What do you want me to say?"

"Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car." Sam snapped. "And all you do, Lulana, is run every morning! Or come out here to hang out with Dean. None of you has mentioned dad!"

She scowled at Sam, not appreciateing what he was implying. She cared. It was true that she didn't know her father very well, but she still cared about him. Of course she did. But instead of speaking her thoughts, she decided to try to get them to stop fighting. "Guys. Can we not do this?" She asked. "Come on guys! We're all hurting! Let's not take it out on each other.."

"Sounds good." Dean said, cutting her off, scowling at Sam. "You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we do finally find it - oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car."

"I actually agree with Dean. You just want us to go out on a wild goose chase? We have no leads. We kind of have nothing!" She snapped. "I want revenge just as you Sam! But without any leads to go on it's kind of worthless to look! So how about for once you stop being a little overbearing and let us handle our emotions the way we want to!? I run! Dean works on the car! How's that sound? Because right now we don't have anything to go on!"

Dean looked at her like he was surprise she was actually agreeing with him. He looked back to Sam. "Yeah. What she said."

"Well, we've got something, alright?" Sam asked, pulling his phone out. "It's what I came by here to tell you. And I knew Lula wasn't too far. This is one of dad's old phones. Took me a while, but i cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this."

"You did what?" Lulana asked, surprised. "Well apparently you guys is just full of surprises."

Sam snorted, Pushing the button on the phone and holding it out to them. It was a voicemail. "John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me."

"That message is four months old." Sam explained.

"Dad saved that chick's message for four months?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?"

"Maybe she's an old flame of John's?" Lulana asked. "I mean. I'm a product of an old flame." She said jokingly.

Both boys snorted. "I'm not sure about that. And No. But I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address." Sam said.

"Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars."

"I'm coming along." She said as they started for the house.

Dean sighed. "Fine. I have a feeling you're not the type to take no for an answer."

She grinned. "Damn right."